Connor felt his face flush as Sebastian approached him, “Uh, thanks.”

“Don’t worry; I’m a friend of Kurt and Blaine’s. I don’t bite, unless you want me too.” Sebastian teased his eyebrows waggled lecherously.

“Oh really?” Connor asked, his voice growing with more confidence.

“You know,” Sebastian said, slipping under the ropes that held the fans back, “unbeknownst to Kurt, I’ve been trying to get your name for at least a month now. Connor; it just rolls of the tongue. Or more specifically, my tongue.”

Connor laughed, “Your pick up lines are horrid.”

“That’s not a pick up line; that line was just my day to day speech. Want to hear a real pick up line?” Sebastian asked coyly, getting closer to Connor by the second.

“Tell me about it stud.” Sebastian smirked as Connor delivered that line with confidence, staring straight into the pools of green that made up Sebastian’s eyes.

“Pick you up at seven on Thursday. And don’t say you have musical that day because your show is early that day.” Sebastian said as he handed what Connor quickly realized was his own phone at him, “I’ll text you later and you better text me your address.”

As he began strutting away Connor called out to him, “So that was your great pick up line?”

Sebastian laughed and turned around, “Well I am picking you up at seven aren’t I?”

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Once the crowd had dispersed and Blaine finished signing the last of the autographs Kurt approached him, “Well aren’t you mister popular?”

Blaine laughed, a smile lighting up his face, “That was just… wow.” He looked over to where Sebastian and Connor looked to be having a very in-depth conversation talking in hushed voices. “What is he doing here?”

“Sebastian isn’t like that anymore, Blaine. He’s definitely… changed.” Kurt said, ushering Blaine inside.

“How would you know that?” Blaine asked; his curiosity piqued.

Kurt smiled “You get to know a person when they’re your room mate for two years.”

“You and Sebastian were room-mates… are you being serious right now?”

“Living in New York isn’t cheap Blaine, especially just after getting out of University.” Kurt explained as he motioned for him and Blaine to go back inside.

Blaine followed him with a furrowed brow, “You didn’t… well… you know-.”

“I can’t believe you would even begin to think that I would sleep with someone like Sebastian.” Kurt growled with disgust, “I don’t throw myself at everyone out there you know!”

“Sorry… it’s just hard to believe that you weren’t attracted to other people.” Blaine admitted bashfully.

Kurt’s expression softened, “If you want the truth, there was a strong of people once we had split up. I couldn’t wrap my mind around not being with one person that I just decided to let everything go. But those one-night stands never worked out. I couldn’t see myself with any of those men… and occasional woman.”

“A woman!”

“Not important right now.”

Blaine sighed, “And why did it never work out with any of them?”

“Because,” Kurt began twisting the sleeves of his sweater anxiously with his thumb, “They weren’t you.”

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A week had passed since the performances had started. A week since Blaine and Kurt had another chance to talk. They barely had time to breathe, let alone talk to each other. Blaine was working on another project with his manager, Alex Newell. Because he was working on his project from early morning until late afternoon and then going to the theatre for his evening performance of Phantom he was exhausted.

Kurt was doing some last minute prop and costume checks before heading home for the night. Or was it early morning? It was around midnight and he figured that all the cast had gone home for the night. He had just finished fixing a cuff on Rosy’s evening gown and couldn’t wait to get back to his apartment and just fall into his bed.

Kurt walked into the seating area and noticed a rather large jacket covering a chair. He figured that someone forgot it when the show let out. He’d just put in the lost and found and never give it another thought.
He went to pick up the jacket and was instead met with a clump of curly black hair in his fist. He jumped back and stared into honey eyes.

“Kurt?”

“What are you still doing here Blaine?” Kurt asked.
Blaine sat up and began rubbing the back of his neck trying to un-kink his neck from sleeping in such an odd position, “I wanted to walk you home.”

Kurt’s gaze softened as he sat down beside Blaine, “It’s kind of late, but I think I’d like to take you up on that offer now.”

“That’s great! Except for one thing…” Blaine paused, “My legs are asleep.”

Kurt laughed, “Well then I suppose I should be the one walking you home.”

He slipped an arm under Blaine’s shoulder and helped him stand up. Blaine smiled goofily as he gripped onto Kurt’s shoulder and buried his face into Kurt’s neck, taking in the smell of coffee, cologne, and glitter.

“Why are you wearing glitter?”

“I had to fix a costume piece,” Kurt said as he and Blaine began exiting the theatre.

The walk to Blaine’s apartment was quiet; neither of them wanted to ruin the moment by talking to each other. The numbness in Blaine’s legs had long subsided since they had left the theatre but he still clung on to Kurt as though, if he let go, he would never be held by Kurt again.

Kurt was well aware of Blaine’s reluctance to let go of him but, if he was being truthful to himself, he didn’t want to let go either. It had been quite a while since he asked Blaine to rethink about making their relationship work. He never thought he would ever get a second chance at love, but it seemed like karma was doing her job.

As they reached the apartment Blaine fiddled with his keys mumbling, “I was supposed to walk you home.”

“Why? So you could figure out where I live?” Kurt teased as Blaine unlocked the apartment complex door.

Blaine’s face turned slightly red, the blush covered his face and disappeared under the collar of his UCLA shirt. Kurt had forgotten just how far that blush covered his body now.

“Would you like to come in for coffee?” Blaine asked, snapping Kurt out of his perverted day dreams.

He quirked an eyebrow, “Isn’t it a bit late for coffee?”

“Maybe I’m just trying to get you to stay over?” Blaine stated.

Kurt sighed and went through the options in his head. On one hand, Blaine might want to have sex with him. On the other hand, he might just want to talk. He didn’t know if he could handle either.

“I really don’t think I-.”

“Come on Kurt, it’s really dangerous and I don’t feel comfortable with you walking to your place this late.” Blaine admitted, “I have a guest room, you can sleep in there. We’ll get up early and you can run home and change.”

“I suppose…”

“I can even ravage you if that’s what makes your boat rock.”

Kurt laughed, “I think my boat is fully rocked at the moment. But it would be nice to stay over.”

He knew that he didn’t live far away from Blaine’s place; the area really wasn’t that dangerous. But Blaine obviously didn’t know that and maybe it would give them an actual chance to talk.

“Is that a yes then?”

“Sure. That sounds lovely.” Kurt said with a smile.